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| pointlessforever (profile) wrote, on 5-25-2005 at 11:48am | |
| Subject: This is from my favorite poet's journals. |
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| I love people. Everybody. I love them, I think, as a stamp collector loves his collection. Every story, every incident, every bit of conversation is raw material for me. My love's not impersonal yet not wholly subjective either. I would like to be everyone, a cripple, a dying man, a whore, and then come back to write about my thoughts, my emotions, as that person. But I am not omniscient. I have to live my own life, and it is the only one I'll ever have. And you cannot regard your own life with objective curiosity all the time... With me, the present is forever, and forever is always shifting, flowing, melting. This second is life. And when it is gone, it is dead. But you can't start over with each second. You have to judge by what is dead. It's like quicksand...hopeless from the start. A story, a picture can renew sensation a little, but not enough, not enough. Nothing is real except the present, and already, I feel the weight of centuries smothering me. Some girl a hundred years ago once lived as I do. And she is dead. I am the present, but I know I, too, will pass. The high moment, the burning flash, come and are gone, continuous quicksand. And I don't want to die. Holden said, "What really knocks me out is a book, when you're all done reading it, you wished the author that wrote it was a terrific friend of yours and you could call him up on the phone whenever you felt like it." I wish I could call up J.D. Salinger and Sylvia Plath whenever I felt like it. |
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kthpkc | 05-25-05 12:58pm I agree with Holden. After I read a really good book, I always want to go up to the author and compliment them on their writing skills. |